Reflections on the Formal Envelope of the Symptom
JACQUES-ALAIN MILLER
Infancy: Boys/Girls
GERMÁN GARCÍA
The Certainty of Hysteria
ERIC LAURENT
Sacrifice and our Destiny
ARMAND ZALOSZYC
Interview with
Meyer Vaisman
It is a classical situation
You on your knees building me up on a turret
You look up and do not spot me
Clothes lie scattered near your body
Your ship steams in, a dog is barking
Moving your eyes you look you spot me
I never wanted to hurt my husband
Ships steam in while dogs roam barking
But this movement in my hands is so brand new
I never wanted to hurt my husband
You on your knees pulling me down from a turret
But straddling this sheet feels so brand new
The red or little bright hill
You on your knees, bending, me tied to a turret
Outside
my room I'm in fresh air; can see gardens, roofs, a town, the sea
The red or little bright hill
It is a classical situation
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